I strolled into my kitchen this morning to start some coffee and wandered into a large puddle in front of the refrigerator. This has become a common occurrence and I just grit my teeth and reach for the paper towels. I have a tile floor, so the water runs in the grout something like this —-

Maggie in her favorite pose.

It’s not from the refrigerator as I originally thought.

The perpetrator is my cat of fourteen years.

Maggie.

The thing about cats is this, they do not care what you think about them. You can yell at them, and cuss them, and they still don’t care. I’ve seen some cats that are “trained” (only if they want to be), but 98.999% of the cats in the world will do exactly as they please. I have had hundreds (I do not exaggerate, story for another time) and all of them are independent and prefer to let you bask in their presence. It’s not the other way around, I assure you.

Not only did I catch her “spilling” water on the floor, she looked at me as if to say, “What? I’m not doing anything and I dare you to prove it.” To add insult to the whole situation, a few days ago, I again approached my coffee maker and while I was scooping the coffee in, cold water splashed against the back of my legs. I spun around to see Maggie, paw in mid-air, with large, “I’m innocent,” Puss-in-Boots eyes.

I give up!

And, does the dog care? Oh, no. They’re in cahoots.

Sisters in mischief.

Here’s the thing about dogs. At least they have the decency to act guilty even if it’s not their fault. However, since Sadie grew up with Maggie, and Maggie is, for all intents and purposes, her sister, Sadie will sit beside the felon and watch me mop up the mess.

Dogs are also loyal, usually based on who provides the best treats (not really). Sadie will abandon Maggie (when they are on good terms) for the following:

Treats

Belly rub

Barking at any noise (exaggeration, just loud noises)

More belly rub and hanging out with me when I write

Sadie

Outside

Followed by more treats, preferably cheese, and a belly rub.

She’s so easy.

Do you have a pet, or pets? Do they have little quirks that make you laugh or drive you crazy?